Today was a hard day. I spent most of it thinking about what you left back here on earth and if you miss it a much as we, as much as I miss you.
It took most of all I had just to make it through today.
Sometimes, I have to say, that I still hope and pray that you'll come back to me even if its just a dream. I'd give almost anything to sit in your living room and talk about the future or go out and sit on the dock and just fish until the sun went down, but those were the good days.
Sometimes I think that it's not fair that God chose you to be by his side, other days I find that alright.
Most days though I wonder if you're proud of me and the choices I've made, some of them I know you wouldn't be but most the time I can see you sitting there telling me how proud you are of me, and that, my friend, is what keeps me going on hard days like today.